Invincible Beyond Heavens: Cultivating With A Broken EXP System

What made Luo Qingchen even more uncomfortable was the faint crimson Sword Qi mixed into Li Yun’s sword.

Every time his cloud Sword Qi collided with that crimson light, it was not simply cut apart. It was destroyed by a sharp killing force that seemed to penetrate directly into the core of his Sword Qi. That Slaughter Sword Qi gave the Slow Sword a terrifying offensive edge, turning a mysterious and defensive sword rhythm into something far more dangerous.

Li Yun’s eyes became brighter as he fought.

He was beginning to understand.

The Slow Sword was not about making the sword itself slow.

It was about making the opponent’s attack become slow in his perception.

When his mind, sword, and intent entered a certain rhythm, the enemy’s movements no longer seemed chaotic. Every attack revealed its path, every killing move exposed its weakness, and every burst of speed became traceable. To outsiders, his sword looked slow, but in reality, it moved along the shortest and most accurate path.

Because it was accurate, it did not need to be fast.

Because it understood the enemy’s rhythm, it did not need to be forceful.

Li Yun suddenly took one step forward.

His sword slowly pierced out.

This strike looked even slower than before, but Luo Qingchen’s heart suddenly tightened. For some reason, when he saw this sword, he felt as if his own movements had been dragged into a swamp. His Sword Qi, his breathing, and even the circulation of his spiritual energy seemed to become sluggish.

"What is this?"

Luo Qingchen’s pupils contracted. He immediately poured more qi into his sword and shouted, "Shattered Cloud Sword, Cloud Burial!"

The white mist around him surged violently and gathered into a massive cloud sword. The cloud sword looked soft and illusory, but the sword force hidden inside it was extremely sharp. It slashed down toward Li Yun with oppressive momentum, as if it wanted to bury him beneath a sea of clouds.

Li Yun raised his head.

His expression remained calm.

The faint crimson Slaughter Sword Qi around his blade became denser, but it did not destroy the rhythm of the Slow Sword. Instead, it quietly sank into that mysterious sword path, making the slow-moving Sword Light colder and sharper.

Li Yun swung his sword.

The movement was still slow.

However, when the sword moved, the surrounding air seemed to pause for a moment.

The massive cloud sword descended with astonishing power, but when it entered the range of Li Yun’s sword, its speed seemed to drop sharply. The drifting clouds became visible. The hidden Sword Qi became clear. Even the weakest point within Luo Qingchen’s attack appeared in Li Yun’s eyes.

Li Yun’s sword touched that point.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

There was only a soft tearing sound.

The massive cloud sword split apart from the center. The countless layers of Sword Qi hidden inside it collapsed like clouds scattered by wind, and the crimson Slaughter Sword Qi followed the opening, tearing through the entire attack with ruthless precision.

Luo Qingchen staggered back several steps, and shock finally appeared in his eyes.

Li Yun did not give him time to recover.

At this moment, his comprehension of the Slow Sword had finally reached a deeper level.

Slow did not mean weak.

Slow did not mean delayed.

True slowness was control.

It controlled rhythm, distance, timing, and perception. Once it was fully understood, the Slow Sword could make the opponent feel as though their own attacks had become heavy and sluggish, while Li Yun’s sword would always arrive at the unavoidable point.

Li Yun slowly raised his sword again.

This time, the aura around him changed completely.

The mysterious rhythm of the Slow Sword spread outward, and strands of crimson Slaughter Sword Qi wrapped around his blade like thin lines of blood. The two powers did not clash. One controlled timing, while the other carried killing power. One slowed the enemy’s rhythm, while the other severed life.

Luo Qingchen’s face turned extremely ugly.

He could sense danger.

It was a danger that made his scalp numb.

"You think a strange sword technique is enough to kill me?" Luo Qingchen roared, forcing down the unease in his heart. "Dream on!"

He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto his sword. His aura rose sharply, and the white mist around him turned faintly red.

"Blood Cloud Sky Severing Sword!"

This was his true killing move.

The blood-colored cloud mist gathered above his head and transformed into a terrifying Sword Light. The Sword Light was dozens of meters long, and the moment it appeared, the entire area filled with suffocating pressure. Luo Qingchen poured all of his strength into this strike, intending to decide life and death in one move.

Li Yun looked at the incoming Sword Light and quietly exhaled.

Then, he used the full strength of the Slow Sword.

His sword moved forward.

It was extremely slow.

So slow that it looked as though anyone could avoid it.

Yet the moment this sword appeared, Luo Qingchen felt indescribable terror. His blood-colored cloud sword was clearly descending at full speed, but in his perception, the distance between his attack and Li Yun seemed to stretch endlessly. His Sword Light became slower and slower, while Li Yun’s sword, which seemed slow to the eye, somehow drew closer and closer to his fatal weakness.

"No!"

Luo Qingchen’s expression changed drastically.

He wanted to pull back. He wanted to change his move. He wanted to retreat.

But it was too late.

Li Yun’s Slow Sword had already found the gap in his attack.

The sword edge passed through the blood-colored cloud mist with quiet precision. The Slaughter Sword Qi wrapped around the blade erupted at the same time, instantly tearing open Luo Qingchen’s strongest sword move. The massive blood cloud Sword Light trembled violently, then split apart from the center and collapsed into countless fragments of scattered qi.

In the next instant, Li Yun’s sword arrived before Luo Qingchen.

It looked slow.

But Luo Qingchen could not dodge.

The sword pierced through his throat.

Luo Qingchen’s body froze completely. His eyes widened, and disbelief filled his face. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but only blood flowed out.

Li Yun calmly pulled back his sword.

The faint crimson Slaughter Sword Qi on the blade slowly faded, and the mysterious rhythm of the Slow Sword also disappeared.

Luo Qingchen clutched his throat and staggered backward. After taking two unsteady steps, his body collapsed heavily to the ground. The vitality in his eyes quickly vanished.

Until the moment of his death, he still could not understand why a sword that looked so slow had been impossible to avoid.

Li Yun lowered his gaze and looked at the corpse calmly.

"The Slow Sword is not slow because the sword is weak," he murmured. "It is slow because once its rhythm is formed, it cannot be stopped."

After saying this, he slowly sheathed his sword.

This battle had allowed him to truly understand the mysterious Slow Sword.

And Luo Qingchen had become the first person to die beneath its full power.

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